Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.